He
I'll run for it, my Queen.
Consuelo
Please do, He. [Loudly] But not cheese. I don't like it.
[Mancini and Consuelo are alone. Mancini, lying back comfortably in an armchair, scrutinizes his daughter with a searching eye.]
Mancini
I find something particular in you to-day, my child. I don't know whether it is something better or worse. You cried?
Consuelo
Yes, a little. Oh, I am so hungry.
Mancini